As I descend towards a fatal thrall
The landscape plots and twists in my demise...

I twist and turn upon the wind.
A surfer of all the skies...

In the mirror
a place time forgot...

These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...

Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...

As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...

Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...

This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...

Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...

Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...

A twinkle in the dead of night
caused light through my bedroom drape...

An ashen veil of night removes the light
as beauty takes her leave and still I grieve...